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Greatest Among Equals (Random Writing for Skeezard)
🕑 Added 2020-12-02 14:38:06 +0000 UTCTAGS: Growth, Hyper, Macro, Cosmic Macro, Goddess
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It was a good day for an ascension.
Skea walked out into the front yard, having made the preparations for an afternoon well-spent absorbing the unending praise and adulation of those around her for the sake of personal enjoyment; it had been some time since last she attempted something like that, and yet the aftermath of that event was still clearly visible on her body as, well… her body itself. She still remembered a time when she could shrink herself to a manageable size whenever she needed to live something somewhat resembling a normal life, when she could still fit in regular-sized houses and didn’t need to have an extra-large one built just so she could then slap an extra layer of dimensional distortions on top of it. She still remembered a time when others could talk to her without having to tilt their head back and shout upwards, when conversations could be held, if not normally, then at least cordially enough that no bending down was required.
Now though, now it was… slightly harder to even pretend like things were normal. Ever since the last growth spurt had left her so colossal as to need several days’ worth of effort just to shrink back down to a size that others could physically perceive, it became obvious to Skea that, no matter how hard she tried, there just wasn’t any way her body was going to go back to what it used to be; she was “stuck” at this new normal, this new baseline that her own self-indulgence had created: fifteen feet tall at her smallest, carrying a pair of breasts that completely obscured her chest and protruded multiple feet on either side of her, and a rear powerful enough to smash through any door in existence, her physical form was nothing if not an appetizer, a small-scale replica of her true potential that she happened to adopt because it allowed the rest of existence to carry on existing without tearing apart at the seams. That said, it was depressingly easy for her to break free of these self-imposed bounds; all that was needed of her was a beach towel, a sunny day, and a minimal amount of patience, and things would more or less take care of themselves.
Seeing as her front yard was big enough to hold her whole body with plenty of room to spare, and just happened to be on enough of an elevation that the whole neighborhood could watch, Skea prepared for the show by simply placing the towel on the grass, dropping the shades onto her eyes, and then laying back with her arms behind her head, lounging about without a care in the world; not much else was needed of her, and in fact putting any extra effort into it might genuinely ruin the whole thing. No, all she needed to do was sit there and wait, and before long the familiar sounds would start to roll in: first, bystanders and passers-by tripping over themselves as they failed to look at where they were going, their heads fixated on that glorious, statuesque beauty there on full display. Everyone knew she lived there, and yet they never failed to react in the exact same way, almost as if her very presence defied habituation. Next came the sounds of frantic braking and tires screeching, as the drivers passing by the road invariably failed to take said road into account when their eyes automatically diverted to get a good look at that goddess basking in the sunlight, just barely avoiding collisions and serious accidents by way of either good fortune, or Skea’s innate powers not permitting her potential worshippers from coming to harm. These lucky few would inevitably abandon their vehicles by the side of the road, joining the growing crowd trying to get close to her.
After that came the murmuring, growing in intensity as those who saw her went from wondering what she was doing to actively praising her decision for doing so, to eventually begging for Skea to “do more”, whatever that was supposed to mean. These whispers and mumbles always morphed into louder chatting, when the constituent members of the crowd began to openly discuss their new goddess’ body, its curves, its plumpness, its softness, its everything, occasionally getting into heated arguments over which part of her was the “best”, before coming to the inevitable realization that to proclaim any one section of Skea’s body as being better than the others was to miss the whole point, that she as a whole was utterly perfect and deserving of their eternal adoration. This would eventually lead to the crowd falling onto their knees and begging to be allowed to touch her, a request that Skea delighted in not granting, as it only made them beg harder.
It was around this time that all the worship began to take hold of her, feeding into her unique biology and helping it approach its true, divine status; the giantess tried her best to act as if things were perfectly fine, even if it became harder over time to ignore how much heavier her tits were getting as they spilled over from her chest and onto the ground next to her, or how hard it was to remain lying down when her hips and ass were fattening up so much that her back was having to arch all by itself. Still, she kept going, biting her lower lip and occasionally tongue in an attempt at keeping her composure; after all, the parade of sounds wasn’t yet done! Next came the news vans, having been tipped off by someone who was lucky enough to have a few moments of lucidity after seeing their new deity waiting for them outside, and these reporters would be allowed a certain modicum of self-awareness, purely so they could put it to use operating the cameras in order for the whole world to see Skea in her full glory. Then came the helicopters, and those were permitted to keep flying, knowing that they would soon be near their goddess anyway. Didn’t take too long after that for the roads to get clogged up, as the neighboring suburbs and the population of the metropolis she lived nearby to begin their pilgrimage to the newest holy site, fully intent on surrendering their whole life to Skea, and joining the growing congregation singing praises unto her.
All of this had quite the effect on her body, which was, after all, the whole point of being out in the sun like that. Every kind word, every expression of praise, all of it worked together to feed both Skea’s growing ego and her burgeoning physical frame as well, a rather unique quirk derived from her status as, if not a truly divine being, then the closest thing that iteration of the universe had to one. “Unfortunately” for her, she was never really good at keeping her body and mind in check; as soon as the prayers started to roll in and she felt their power hit her from every direction, that’s when things started to taken a turn for the uncontrollable, though it would be disingenuous to say that wasn’t exactly what the giantess intended from the very start. Skea was, at least, able to divert most of the power to the parts of her she most appreciated seeing expand in all directions: within moments her breasts were covering most of her torso, while down below her asscheeks rose like dough with the extra mass, right as her hips flared out and her thighs thickened to the point where they could probably hold most of her metropolitan area’s population on them and still have some room left. The neighborhood was thrashed already, consumed by the tide of soft flesh, and her supplicants had all clung onto her in a desperate attempt at not getting crushed underfoot (underass?). The very ground quaked with each pound she gained, doubly so when her tits finally became large enough to spill over from her also-gigantic torso and slam heavily against the dirt and rubble, causing a shockwave that almost levelled a good chunk of the nearby city.
Her proportions were beginning to suffer, with her body’s height gain being insufficient to deal with her explosively growing assets, but there wasn’t a lot that Skea could really do about it… and even if there was, it doubtful she even would. Somewhere down the line, things would even out, as they always did, so why bother worrying when she could be focused on how she was being buried by her own breasts instead, or how her lower mound was puffing up so much she was having trouble closing her legs properly, or how her legs were consuming entire city blocks every half-second? There were so many glorious things to point her mind at that to focus on any single one would be nothing short of irredeemable folly, especially for a deific creature like herself; rather, her mind was better served being aimed at everything around her, from the crumbling lines of identical buildings and well-kept hedges, to the feeling of cold air currents lapping at her nips high up in the sky, to the knowledge that she was quickly becoming heavy enough to collapse the very surface itself, and tall enough that her head would pierce through multiple cloud layers if she ever bothered to straighten out her back.
But why do that? Why not simply lounge about, listening to her new worshippers run themselves ragged letting her know that she, above all things, was beauty incarnate, the new goddess of their world, deserving of all the adoration and adulation they could ever possibly give her? The world was her lounge chair now, the cityscape her pillow upon which to recline… albeit a rather fragile one, given how easily those buildings were turned into bits of cracked rebar and clouds of dust, their occupants jumping to hold onto any part of her that they could. Just like the last time, her mere will was enough to keep everyone from harm’s way, even if it meant outright teleporting some of them out from in front of her newest growth burst and onto some random part of her breasts or thighs; why bother with an office-bound existence when they could lose themselves in a cleavage so deep that even professional spelunkers would get lost in, or on a plain of softness so wide and expansive that they could just fall down and sink into the pudge and never have to worry about anyone ever interrupting them in their eternal bliss… though mostly because they, too, would be busy burying themselves in the impossibly comfy thighflesh that now made up a good forty percent of Skea’s lower body.
Speaking of, it was about time for her physical avatar to undergo some restructuring; she was getting a bit tired of being smothered by her own bust and having to arch her back awkwardly at the ridiculous amount of asscheek she had developed, making it necessary for the rest of her to start keeping up with her ascension at least as well as her assets were. And, just like the previous time, no sooner had Skea formulated this thought that her body obeyed her, shooting upwards in size with such immense power that small tornadoes were formed from the sheer amount of air being displaced, along with most of the suburban area around her simply ceasing to exist. There were tens of thousands of people on her body now, quickly approaching hundreds, and if things kept going according to what amounted to her plan, it would be millions within the hour and everyone else before the day was out; for now, however, the giantess was content with her size, and did her best to turn over in order to properly show off to whatever was left of the downtown area. Besides, it was hard to get a bead for how big she was when her head was permanently stuck looking upwards at the sky, and a good boobsquish never hurt anyone.
Granted, this was a boobsquish capable of tearing through solid concrete and leaving nothing but a flat circle of dust and ash behind, but who ever bothered about details? No one was getting hurt; if anything, her destroying everything in sight just gave her a reason to transport everyone onto her body, a process that by that point had effectively become subconscious and automatic. It was actually impressive how much the planet had become unable to deal with her body, given the massive, country-wide earthquake that followed her successfully flipping herself around and landing front-forward onto the ground, plus the fact that her tits quite literally just smashed through multiple levels of soil and ended up buried underneath the earth until she pulled them back up. Finding any position in which to be comfortable was a chore at those sizes, especially given that the whole point was to give whoever was left in the city something pretty to look at; it was always the case that, when Skea finally managed to adjust herself to be as alluring as possible, there just wasn’t a city there at all, and that time wasn’t any different.
Not that it mattered though; showing off for her supplicants was always welcome, but hardly something necessary, as the thousands upon thousands of tiny ones on and beneath her were more than happy to throw their arms up towards her and bathe their goddess in their endless praise of their own volition. Even at her size it was enough to make her tingle all over, but that much wouldn’t last for long; after all, there were still news helicopters circling around her (or at least parts of her), broadcasting her newest ascension for everyone in the world to see. Soon, millions would be tuning in, then tens of millions, then more and more as the whole planet became acutely aware of just what was going on. Official news networks, amateur streams and everything in between, every media channel was clogged with pictures, images and hastily-written articles on how everyone should surrender to the glory that was Skea, and how the hot new thing was to give themselves up to the eternal worship of their giantess deity.
This had a significant impact on her body, which, just like every other time, reacted quite violently to all the attention it was receiving. Even though Skea had a much tighter control over her proportions, allowing her to keep her body at about the same overall shape, it was useless trying to hold back the growth spurts, which varied wildly from just a few hundred feet to several miles at a time, only made worse by the fact that everyone she barrelled through on her way through the planet was handily brought aboard her body, allowing them direct access to her, and thus exacerbating the effects that their continued worship had. Not that Skea was about to complain about it though; the moment she felt the cool ocean waters was the same one she surrendered to the ascension herself, allowing her muscle memory to take over as most of the planet braced for impact.
In between the first tsunami being triggered and the Earth being abandoned completely were a very short ten or so minutes; the giantess’ growth had become exponential by that stage, and all it took for her to jettison herself into low orbit was to give her home planet a little bit of a push, which only just barely shoved it out of its regular orbital path. Not that this was a concern, as no one on it would ever have to worry about the effects this would have on the climate, given that there was no one on the planet at all by then; everyone had either been scooped up by Skea directly or the budding goddess had simply snapped her fingers and brought them closer herself, just to make sure no one was left behind when things truly went out of control and the universe was, once again, introduced to its new mistress. There was no stopping it now; it wasn’t about prayer anymore, nor was it about adoration or simple math. Skea’s growth had transcended the boundaries of mortality, and her physical form had become large enough to start tapping into her true self, the same one she had left behind after resetting existence from the last time this had happened. Somewhere, out in the distance, the true Skea lay in wait, so many dimensional levels above her that this version of herself couldn’t even begin to fathom the mere concept of it. She was an avatar, nothing more, and now she was coming back home to reunite with her godlike self.
The solar system was the first thing to go, vanishing in the blink of an eye before anything could be done. The local star cluster was next, with every one of those blinking lights in the heavens disappearing at speeds much faster than the light they emitted. Nebulae were condensed and absorbed, entire galactic arms being consumed like a light snack, before the galaxy itself blinked out of existence to fuel the first true stage in Skea’s race to godhood. Soon, the local galactic cluster would be adding to her blatant disregard for the laws of physics, its parent supercluster turning into nothing short of a void, disregarding the cosmic-sized giantess now inhabiting it. With each ounce of matter she took into herself, she was racing ever closer to the proverbial edge, until even her mind stopped counting the number of galaxies that were turned into more of her, more of Skea. Before long, she’d feel it, a thin-but-resistant film of sorts pressing against her, like the inside of a plastic bag surrounding her from every direction. She pushed against it, forced it to stretch and deform itself, fighting against the forces holding her in place in that lower-level reality that she didn’t belong in.
And then it popped.
